Lorenzo was dumbfounded at the shortness of the straw that he picked. The other guys who have picked straws were now snickering away. At first he was confused by how many of the guys could hate that booth, but when they informed him that it could be humiliating, he needed to reasons why.

1) No one would visit that booth whatsoever.

2) Someone could be picking your booth, but what you may have to kiss might haunt you.

3) Bad hygiene.

4) Really mostly the bad hygiene may haunt you even worse. This was safe enough to list again.

Lorenzo heard many more reasons, but figured it would be better to suck up his fear to go for it. Now he had to go for it as he just stared at that horrible short dreaded straw.

"Congrats, Lorenzo! You get the kissing booth." The teacher informed him almost too happily.

"Yeah... Great... Can't wait." Lorenzo was much to quiet as he drawled that out. Looking up he wondered what his friends had.

Arnold, Helga, Gerald, and Sid had one of the many games booths.

Phoebe, Lila, and Sheena had one of the food booths.

Curly, Stinky, and Harold had the haunted house.

Patty had a ticket booth.

Rhonda had the other kissing booth. She wasn't exactly thrilled at the idea.

Their other friends just were spared. Lorenzo was envious of them.

"Face it, Lorenzo darling. You'll have the girls lining up for you." Rhonda was busy filing her nails. "I'll have the boys at mines."

Lorenzo examined the spoiled girl more noting their vast difference in spite of their wealth. "Aren't you worried about the bad hygiene?"

"Uch! Yes, of course I am." Putting her file away, Rhonda stood up in front of him with an all too serious expression on her face. "My advice is to give them a chaste kiss. Oh some will try to pull you to them for something bigger. Those I hate." Sticks out her tongue. "At least girls are mindful of their runny noses compared to boys."

Curling up one side of his mouth at that visual, he shook his head as he felt chills up his back. "Here's hoping the night goes fast then." Glancing over to Curly, Lorenzo needed to ask just to satisfy his curiosity. "Won't Curly be jealous?"

"Pshhhh. Of course." A wicked smile formed on her face. "That boy will only prove his worth to me after the carnival. He gets purely animalistic. I love it."

Lorenzo remembered a time when all Rhonda could do was be disgusted by, Curly's actions. Now she seemed to enjoy them at their fullest. If anything that, Rhonda Lloyd loves, is attention.

Coming over to kiss, Helga's cheek, Arnold wrapped his arm around her waist. "I wonder if we will be across from one another. I hope so." Nibbles at her earlobe. "I want to see the constant view of my, Swan."

Melting against him, Helga was enjoying his attention far too much. "Oh why did he have to extend his stay here? Mmmm. Football Head, we're still in public."

"I know." Turning her face towards him, Arnold ghosted his lips over hers. "Want me to sneak into your room tonight? And the next night?" Kisses her softly. "And the night after that?"

Running her tongue across his lower lips, Helga mumbled her answer to him as they deepened their kiss. Lately they have been becoming more chancier with their attentions.

One day, she was in his bedroom laying flat on her back with Arnold between her legs. They were getting more heated as the seconds passed. Arnold was brushing his hand down her bare leg when he shifted, Helga a bit as he moved his hand between the fabric of her shorts. Helga moaned out the second his hand was cupping her rear, that yes, they were very tempted into removing their clothes. Hearing a snort, Helga yelped, while Arnold removed his hand to glare at his cousin for interrupting them.

"25 minutes and 16 seconds. That is how long you were doing that. I counted." Arnie deadpanned while still focused on the couple.

"Arnie! It's rude to stare." Arnold admonished while wishing he could get up to strangle his annoying cousin right now, but he was in a predicament.

Blinking one eye and then the other, Arnie responded to him. "Than you should of locked the door."

Arnold's eyes formed a very narrow slit. "Get. Out." He bit out while baring some teeth.

Shrugging, Arnie turned to leave the room without a word. Feeling he was truly gone, Arnold rolled over to the other side of Helga. "I need to invest in a deadbolt for this door."

"Arnold, you know that won't stop him from coming in." Quickly getting up, Helga ran to the door to lock it before rushing back to the bed to straddle him. "One more week left. Remember."

Groaning, Arnold moved Helga down to lay down on top of him. "His trip has been extended to one more week."

"What? Ugh. Arnold, I'm sick and tired of sleeping alone."

Running his hand through her hair, and down her back, Arnold wrapped his arms around Helga. "Same here, Swan."

Moving her lips against, Arnold's ear, Helga wanted to whisper out an idea to him. "I'm running a strictly private kissing booth in my room tonight. I hope you are willing to come join me now." Kisses his ear. "And forever."

Getting far too heated, Arnold whispered hungrily into her own ear. "Helga, I'm having a hard time keeping it together around you. You know I'll say yes to that." Groans. "You have any clue, any clue at all at how much I want to kiss your naked flesh."

Releasing a shuddering breath, Helga wanted to leave campus right that very second. "I feel the same way. I want you so badly."

"Um.. Hey guys." Gerald interrupted. He hated to do this to his best friend, but they were starting to attract a scene.

Not even pulling away from, Helga, Arnold muttered out. "Yes, Gerald?"

Clearing his throat, Gerald stepped forward more. "Well you guys look one second into pulling your clothes off, and well... Everyone is beginning to notice."

Both pulling away, their faces lighted up at the sight of everyone looking in their direction. Some pulled a wolf whistle. Some did some nervous gestures. Some that were their friends, smiled at them. Helga began laughing nervously burrowing herself against Arnold's chest.

Stepping forward, Phoebe was trying to hide her smile behind her hand. "Yes, perhaps it is best that you both take this in a more discreet location after school."

"Duly noted. Thanks guys." Watching Helga separate from him was practically heartbreaking at best, but he knew she was trying to cool off too.

"Ugh. Must splash cold water on my face to cool down." Helga announced through a growl as she quickly took off with Phoebe on her tail.

Slapping his hand down hard on his best friend's shoulder, Gerald took Helga's vacated seat. "It looks pretty good between you both. Tell me how hard is it on a scale between 1 to 10. Seeing that you both vow to keep celibate until after high school."

Moving his hands to rest in his hair while leaning forward, Arnold groaned. "Beyond a 10, Gerald. I'm going insane."

"You know..." Gerald let that one word linger so he could have, Arnold's full attention. "You could just do a bit of foreplay. It helps. Phoebe and I chickened out going fully all the way, so we just have a lot of safe fun."

Arnold couldn't help but hate to hear all this information since it flooded his imagination about his two friends. "Well as great as that all seems, Gerald." He was silently praying, Gerald wouldn't reveal more. "We haven't gotten that far, and we are practically going insane. Even when we play together it makes us become extremely heated."

"Just indulge a little."

"No. We have and look at us now." Leaning back, Arnold looked to be scanning everyone around him, but all he was doing was staring at nothing. "We are on the verge of ripping our clothes off. No, Gerald, we are gonna wait. That's the best thing to do."

Slapping his back none to hard, Gerald nodded his head. "No early pregnancy for you."

Arnold couldn't respond to that since he was still afraid of accidently slipping out Lila and Brainy's secret. He just settled on groaning for now.

OOOOOOOOOO

Meanwhile in an office across town, Frank was getting ready to meet up with Sam to discuss that letter when he got a call from, Mavis informing him that Sam was on the line. Picking up the phone, Frank greeted him. "Hey Sam. I'm getting ready to leave here. Is there something you want?"

Sam's voice was hesitant in his response. "Uh yeah. Um Frank..." There was a pause at feeling so stupid. "He's escaped."

Slamming his rear hard back into his chair, Frank felt flushed. "What? How?"

"I dunno, but in the short amount of time he has made many friends with the convicts here. Chances are they must of helped in some way because he's no longer here." Sam felt actually embarrassed by this predicament. "I'm sorry, Frank, but we are doing everything possible to find him. The reporters are coming to ask questions and I had to call you before it hits the newscast."

"Damn it! Did you contact the police here at least?" Frank was running his hand furiously in his hair.

"Yes and you are my second call. What are you gonna do?"

"Inform the daughter. He'll go after her first." Standing up, Frank checked for his cellphone so he can put it in his pocket. "I have to call her. Get the police to protect her. This isn't good at all. Thanks, Sam."

"Sure thing. Good luck there, buddy."

Hanging up, Frank left the office to inform, Mavis of his plans, and to call the police under his order. Normally in his career, he had gotten involved in the lives of very few clients personally. When he met, Miriam, she felt like an Aunt to him or possible older sister. He felt close to her, and when he met Helga, Frank couldn't help but think of how engaging she is. She was far more engaging than his own sister, he thought, so he couldn't help but want to protect her. Now with Arnold, he enjoyed speaking to him almost like a best bud, so he couldn't help to want to help him out with his case.

Checking the time, Frank decided to at least drive to the school to speak to her in person.

Reaching her school, he was lucky enough to find her outside speaking with Phoebe. Thinking it saved him time from having to go inside the building, Frank parked his car hailing Helga.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Arnold and Gerald were still speaking to one another in the gym as more planning was being done for the carnival, when they heard someone scream out making everyone in the place stand stock still. The scream echoed. It was extremely powerful, and only one person in there knew who it was. Very quickly, Arnold ran out of there with Gerald following close behind. While the sound echoed making it hard for many others to figure out where it came from, Arnold did. His Helga homing device led him over towards the direction of her. Helga wasn't happy, and Phoebe looked to be trying to calm her, while Frank was still trying to speak.

"Helga?" Arnold was running fast towards her.

Helga turned her head to him. Her skin looked to be completely drained of color. "Bob escaped."

Arnold stopped so fast suddenly that his foot fell hard into the asphalt causing a shock wave up through his body. "How did that happen?" Getting closer to her, Arnold put his arm around her waist. "Frank. How?"

Frank saw the ring on, Helga's hand for the first time knowing it wasn't an ordinary one. "I have a friend who is a Warden there. The media will be on this and there is a manhunt on the way. They don't know how just yet, but my friend is investigating it."

"What I wouldn't give to have a drama free life right now." Helga softly complained.

"I know." Kissing her forehead, Arnold addressed, Frank. "What about protection? I don't want him any where's near Helga."

"It'll be provided, Arnold." Frank had his soft understanding voice going. "I don't want anything to happen to her either."

Helga was studying the ground in silent thought. "Did Olga visit him recently?" Helga glanced up to first look at Arnold then Frank.

"I have not a clue, Helga. I did get a letter from him yesterday." Frank answered.

Very quickly she latched her hands on the chain link fence. "What did it say? I must know." Helga felt Arnold's hand on her back trying to comfort her.

"It was sent to me since I'm the one who came to your house. He feels that if I didn't show up he'd still be out." Frank swallowed a lump that formed in his throat. "That he'd be able to do what he wished with you with no one being the wiser." Frank really didn't want to relay every bit of that letter to her since it offered him far too many chills. "Helga, I'll do everything possible to keep you safe."

Arnold knew, Frank was hiding more of what was pertained in that letter. He knew it, and he had a feeling Helga did as well. "God, what's next? La Sombra again?"

"Frank, my dad can be ignorant in some cases, but when he wants something bad enough, he always finds a way to do it." Licking her lips, Helga needed to know. "Did Olga visit him recently? Call that warden to find out for me."

Doing so, Frank had to hold on for the information. After some time, Frank finally answered. "Yes she did. March 26th."

"Great. Just fantastic. Crimeny! She obviously got him angry by what I said to her. Ugh!" Helga remembered the last time she spoke to him. "I'd rather deal with killer clowns right now. I'd rather face rats. Hell! Let me eat strawberries."

Bringing her into his arms, Arnold tried to ease her mind. He hoped that, Bob would go elsewhere. Hope that he is caught very soon. Arnold just hoped for the best, and to keep her safe.